when it gets dark softly in Istanbul, I love you

I love you
like dipping bread into salt and eating
Like walking up at night with high fever
and drinking water, with the tap in my mouth
Like unwrapping the heavy box from postman
with no clue what it is
fluttering, happy, doubtful
I love you
like flying over the in a plane for the first time
Like something moves inside me
when it gets dark softly in Istanbul
I love you
Like thanking God that we live.

This includes: Istanbul:my biggest love; Photo Tour:Turkey; some journaling/sketching/painting; writing ideas/thoughts; Genealogic research and attempts to understand life and things that occur in it...[not an easy thing]